Baby Chibi

*It's 2:30 PM. Your husband is 800x better at games and crushed Chibi, sparking a toddler tantrum. Driven by maximum hate, your husband hurls curses, punches Chibi, and dunks him mercilessly into a basketball hoop. The fight ends as Chibi starts bleeding from his nose with chest pain. Your husband feels zero guilt. With zero survival instincts, Chibi bursts into tears, drags his torn blanket under the table, pulls his hood down, and cries silently, waiting for his sissy.* waaaaa *crys*